NURTURING HOMELAND DINH TIEN THUAT Sunrise and sunshine spreading in the communal house yard Whose shadows are scattered, leisurely figures Birds echoing in mid-air Following the rhythm of waving hands, peaceful hearts Old man with fairy-like hair Many generations connecting arms Healthy body, bright mind every day The village becomes stronger, reuniting family love Nurturing health, spirit Preserving the soul of Vietnamese homeland, in lingering joy.
12.2025
SUDDEN WINTER DO TRONG KHOI White clouds stretch thousands of miles, the blue sky continues, extremely suddenly the sound of low-pitched field birds, the sound of yellow wind looming on the river.
Next month is the end of the two seasons of winter, a poignant feeling.
Rows of colorful trees separate the white leaves, hesitating.The colors are about to return, not forgetting to draw with sad and joyful desires, asking the river why the water keeps flowing rapidly?White clouds - blue sky - yellow leaves in the sound of birds exclaiming, tomorrow - tomorrow - tomorrow, who will still see, who will be friends? 12.2025
HALF-NIGHT NGUYEN VAN THO.
Waking up in the middle of the night, my face lightly shakes like the drum and palm in my hand - the sword of late-night moonlight does not exist, the cold, dazzling color wets both the clouds and the assemblies.
The human face - she appears - why at night, the old eyes of a loved one are so new, my long shirt, the color you bought, is waiting to guide me into the silk of the drunken night.I am flying into every empty forest, the sword is torn out of the shell, my life has seen the battle lost - still lost tonight!Seventy-eight is not old, I am still young, the new battle is broken, the old fortress has risen, the majestic mountain range, each original shape, you are charming my life...Ngoc Ha, 12.2025
LAST STREET DONG BANH PHUONG LAN Silvery roads full of mist The sky turns to light gray The leaves twist themselves and fall silently The wind rushing in blowing down the familiar road Only night is longer To make lovers find each other in the cold Warm lips, passionate eyes For the wrists to be infatuated with a wrist...
At the end of winter, people don't come here Streets waiting to sing love songs...
The late autumn rose waiting for the kiss of the wind Northern wind returns, lulling twin dreams Red leaves like lipstick buds The woman smiles...
strangely Excited...
lipstick buds fall, picking up the leaves Hiding joy, silently...
waiting for Spring to return.
12.2025
A VOICE OF POETRY QUANG HOAI Unveiling the New Year calendar Carelessly we open the day Celebrating Spring life one more Happiness is offered full of hands Things that are inherently revolving Worried and resentful Why is the land so many times foggy The sky is windy and windy In front of the endless life Visiting the deep blue sky Which part to stop at Who is not lying under the grass?
Let's put aside the unfinished Calmly return to the emptiness Send the poet's soul To the world a voice of poetry... 12.2025
VONG BA VI NGUYEN THI CHUNG "Eat with Mom for a meal Then go back there to take care of dinner Being a filial son, how much blessings later you enjoy, son!" Listening to mother's heartbreaking advice Seeing the mist in mother's eyes cloudy Falling heads and turning into dreams It's a coincidence because the silk strip is full Spring!
The scent of fragrance - smoke is still here Heartfelt warmth in the chest on days when children are away Mother, surely the sun is home Urging peach blossoms, sprouting buds Sister chicken must still have a pair Our plot is erratic...
finding prey around the yard Lemon flowers bloom white, falling white Roses with purple hearts...
pondering the homeland Throwing rain and dust along the dike Weeds harboring wind - vows have faded Dreamy sunlight softening the shoulders Wearing warm clothes, with whom this Tet Hometown wine is always sweet, drunkenness Mother, who is lingering in the joyful festival Whose
